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  <title>I am not a pretty girl...</title>
  <subtitle>Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...</subtitle>
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    <name>+++LuLu+++</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-05T09:23:32Z</updated>
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    <title>Gone without a trace,</title>
    <published>2007-01-10T03:05:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-05T09:23:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey all you crazy cats and cool chicks. As one can clearly see I'm not using LJ much at all these days. But, like I said before, you can check me out at www.myspace.com/buri3dsund3w. I honestly don't use it that much either but hey, at least it has a picture of me that's not 3 years old. &amp;lt;3 I miss my ElJay buddies so if you have a myspace as well please don't hesitate to add me. Love and Kisses. TehLuLu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:122057</id>
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    <title>Refresh.</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T07:40:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T07:40:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy New Year guys. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>In accordance with the prophecy...</title>
    <published>2006-09-30T22:17:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-30T22:17:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="You should really read this..."&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a US radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22, and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a US resident, Jim, and was posted on the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Dear Dr. Laura:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can.&amp;nbsp; When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate.&amp;nbsp; I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1. When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord -- Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2. I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as is sanctioned in&amp;nbsp;Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3. I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual cleanliness --Lev.15:19-24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of&lt;br /&gt;mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;5. I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2&lt;br /&gt;clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree.&amp;nbsp; Can you settle this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;7. Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my &lt;br /&gt;vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;8. Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev.19:27. How should they die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;9. I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me&lt;br /&gt;unclean. May I still play football if I wear gloves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;10. My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different&lt;br /&gt;crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two&lt;br /&gt;different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? Lev.24:10-16.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging. &lt;br /&gt;Your devoted fan, &lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim...whoever you are...I love you. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:121510</id>
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    <title>If only I could send it.</title>
    <published>2006-09-18T04:59:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-18T05:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Self Healing"&gt;Grandma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a letter when you died. Did you read it? They buried it with you along with a piece of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;How have you been doing? It's been a long time since I've seen you. I think about you every day, multiple times a day. I can still hear your voice and your laughter. I laugh just like you ya know? I look like you too. If only I could paint like you. Maybe someday. I have to admit I haven't done any art for over a year and half now. I miss it. But to be completely honest, I just don't know if I have what it takes anymore. When you left something in me died. I know that sounds so cliche, but it's the truth. I'm still here, breathing and living, but it's just not the same and it never will be. Oh don't worry about me though because you know I'll be alright. I was always a strong girl, your little LuLu, your little lamb. &lt;br /&gt;It smells like fall outside. It makes me think of you. I have so many fuzzy memories of being young and playing with you at the park by your house. Memories are strange. I almost remember the noises more then anything else. I can hear you calling my name and me laughing and running. Just like I can almost hear you now reading Dr. Seuss to me. You were always the best story teller. You had such a gentle voice. A voice that I grew to know as safety, happiness, warmth and love. You were my best friend, my soul mate, my mentor and my everything.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the day you died like it was yesterday. God why did I leave the room? Was the laundry really that important? You wanted me to sit and talk with you for a minute. I said I'd be right back and smiled. And I promise I did come right back, but you were gone. I didn't want to believe it at the time, but you were. I still don't want to believe it. That's why I can't go anywhere near your house. Were you afraid? Did it hurt? Did you suffer or was it quick? I hope you know you weren't alone. I hope you know how much I truly loved you, love you. More then I can ever love anyone again. You hold my heart. So many questions I want to ask you. So many answers I'll never get. &lt;br /&gt;You were always so proud of me no matter what. Are you still? Do you look down upon me and smile at the things I'm doing with my life? Do you think I'm holding myself back for fear of failure? Do you think I shut people out for fear of rejection or loss? Do you agree with the choices I'm making and the choice I'm about to make? Are you against it? Would you smile and approve? Would you be afraid for me?&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to remember all the good times. I try to concentrate on what you gave me. You taught me to love, and that love is all the matters. So that's what I do. I love. Sometimes I love when I shouldn't, but you always said that time heals everything. And it has so far, well, at least in most cases. Time hasn't healed you leaving. But I don't think that can be fixed. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in the middle of the night I lay there thinking of you. And I get so sad. I want nothing more then to just have you hold my hand and talk to me like we used to on the big blue couch. I want to laugh secretly about george bush together and what an idiot he is. I want to play chop sticks with you. I want to watch you cook dinner while singing 'Memories' from Cats. I want to talk about love and life and all things that are beautiful like art, music and poetry. I want to paint with you again. I want to see your eyes again when you look at me like you've never been more proud of anyone in your entire life. Because I don't feel proud right now. I feel like I've stalled. Don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy by any means. I have an amazing boy who loves me. Who you would have loved too by the way. His big stretched ears might have freaked you out, but you would have loved him. I have my mother who has been my rock.&amp;nbsp; I have the 2 best friends in the world. I have a good job and I'm making my way in the world. But yet, I feel like something is missing. Maybe I'm on my way to fixing that, I don't know. Yet either way, I just feel out of place. I would give anything to hug you and have you tell me that everything was going to be alright. Anything...&lt;br /&gt;Morgan's grandma just died. She saw two white butterflies on the day of her funeral. I said I was glad to know that the two of you had met. &lt;br /&gt;It's just sad. You'd think that as time went on it would get a little bit easier every day. But I have to say I'm finding it quite the opposite. I don't know why that is. Maybe because I never properly grieved over your death. Maybe because, like I said before, you took a piece of me with you. Maybe it's because I miss your warmth and re-assurance that I was a beautiful, smart and amazing girl. Or maybe, just maybe, it's because I just miss the most amazing woman I will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;My soul will forever be connected to yours. I love you always and forever.&lt;br /&gt;You loving grand-daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Little LuLu&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Love is...</title>
    <published>2006-03-31T06:54:21Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-31T06:58:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A Hello Kitty Birthday cake, playdough and window paint on my car that says "She's 23 and sexy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/buriedsundew"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-09-08T23:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-09T06:07:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-09T07:52:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Here's the 411:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Miami a week from tomorrow (for/with Lane Bryant) I'm excited, but nervous as all hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 27th I got to meet &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirtysecondstomars.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click on the picture to go to their website) &lt;/center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; And yes, the lead singer does happen to be Jared Leto. (aka awesome actor in films/shows such as My So-Called Life and Requiem For A Dream) It was a concert that The Used happened to be head lineing but I didn't care about them. Just 30stm. I got to shake their hands and thank them for making such beautiful music. They all signed my shirt and it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new addition to our family. His name is Kitten Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/RandomKittensand%20Cousins/kitty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/RandomKittensand%20Cousins/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about all really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for one last entertaining picture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael, the hairy ninja. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/RandomKittensand%20Cousins/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodnight.</content>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-08-26T14:43:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T19:45:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T19:47:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just another reason why I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://adoption.bloggingbaby.com/entry/1234000610040810"&gt;http://adoption.bloggingbaby.com/entry/1234000610040810&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is somewhat old news so many may have already heard about it, but being the up to date person I am (haha) just now found out. And God am I angry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ignorant people.</content>
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    <title>/yawn</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T04:42:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T04:42:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The Random Question Meme!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;An array of completely random questions about my friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After a cataclysmic war, whom would you pair with &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='_she_got_away' style='white-space: nowrap; font-weight: bold;'&gt;_she_got_away&lt;/span&gt; to repopulate the Earth?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;A rocker boy with long hair who loves animals. No specific person comes to mind though.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What historical figure does &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='thehangedman' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thehangedman.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thehangedman.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thehangedman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; most remind you of?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shouldn't &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='xxpinkgoddessxx' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://xxpinkgoddessxx.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://xxpinkgoddessxx.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;xxpinkgoddessxx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be getting more sleep?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Probably, but she's never at home, so how can she sleep?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mccflute' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mccflute.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mccflute.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mccflute&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like to do for a living?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Be a professional Magenta in Rocky somewhere? lol Hmmm, I think she might be happy recording music somewhere like Seattle.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why shouldn't &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='harlotbrady' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://harlotbrady.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://harlotbrady.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;harlotbrady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='itsalrightjanet' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://itsalrightjanet.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://itsalrightjanet.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;itsalrightjanet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be a couple?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Because harolt is mine. :D&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='elbowsexgoddess' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://elbowsexgoddess.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://elbowsexgoddess.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;elbowsexgoddess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do with half a million dollars (U.S.)?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Move to New York and star in broadway musicals for the next 80 years. Oh, and buy out MAC and Ben Nye make up counters across the world.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='schattenfreude' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://schattenfreude.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://schattenfreude.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;schattenfreude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='buzzgirl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://buzzgirl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://buzzgirl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;buzzgirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have in common?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;I'm not sure. Unless &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='buzzgirl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://buzzgirl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://buzzgirl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;buzzgirl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; plays Everquest is studying to be an engineer?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='asfyxia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://asfyxia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://asfyxia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;asfyxia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; understand quantum chromodynamics?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Understand wha'? Hmmm...possibly?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the most insightful thing you have heard &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mch4ins4wm' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mch4ins4wm.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mch4ins4wm.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mch4ins4wm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; say?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;I could be all cutesy and say "The most insightful thing I've ever heard &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='mch4ins4wm' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://mch4ins4wm.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://mch4ins4wm.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;mch4ins4wm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; say is 'I love you'", but I shall refrain. In all seriousness, the most insightful thing he's ever said is "Why do you worry so much all the time? Is worrying going to make money appear, or make things get done faster? No, it won't. So stop worrying. In the end, everything will be alright."&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='essq' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;essq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='slappytanker' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://slappytanker.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://slappytanker.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;slappytanker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='katybaty' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://katybaty.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://katybaty.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;katybaty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which one is most similar to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='tyronnosaurus' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyronnosaurus.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tyronnosaurus.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tyronnosaurus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="padding-bottom: .4em;"&gt;Hmmm....I suppose &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='essq' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;essq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But then again, &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='essq' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://essq.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;essq&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a penguin, so I don't know. :P&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;p style="float: right; font-size: smaller; width: 20em;"&gt;This is by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='heptadecagram' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://heptadecagram.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://heptadecagram.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;heptadecagram&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  You can find your own completely random questions &lt;a href="http://heptadecagram.net/cgi-bin/friendquestion.pl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="clear: both;"&gt;Do you feel enlightened now?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:120258</id>
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    <title>Cemetery Pictures</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T22:14:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T22:15:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I decided to just post these now since I know I'll forget later on. This cemetery was one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. It was so old and peaceful and just, ah, see for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/cemetery17.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that one because there was two doves sitting on the statues head. Interesting thing was that plot belonged to a husbund and a wife. Maybe I'm just silly and romantic but I thought it was somewhat symbolic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my favorite picture. I love the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Cemetery/Cemetery12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm really done now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:119892</id>
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    <title>It feels good to be home...</title>
    <published>2005-08-22T21:54:00Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-22T21:54:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sooo...I just got back from Galveston. You'd think that 2 days vacation wouldn't long enough but damn I'm really glad to be home. And now I have a whole week to realx and either A. Get some cleaning done, B. Do some art, C. Absolutley nothing or D. All of the above. Either way it's a much needed rest from 50 hour work weeks and my perky sales persona. /sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywhoo...I have pictures, don'cha know it? Wanna see? Of course you do. As usual, dial upers beware. Tons of pictures behinde the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first things we did was go mini golfing @ Castle Golf. God I love that place. They just don't make golf courses like they used to. ::sniff sniff::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/snail3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/snail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/ouch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/dragon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on this adventure ride thing at The Rainforest Cafe. And it was pretty and Michael really enjoyed it as his overly goofy smile shows. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/us4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/Temple3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/Elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we went bowling but alas, due to a freak fire none of these pictures can be shown. lolzthx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some random pictures of Michael and I being way too cute and happy. awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/us7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/JazzHands.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Hands :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/us5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were dieing laughing when my mom took this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a kiss and I got slapped instead. =( jkjk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two of my Michael, just because he's so precious. :D teehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/Michael2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Galveston05/Michael7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some really beautiful pictures I took at an old cemetery while we were there but I'll post those in a bit. Time for an Everquest break. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:119618</id>
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    <title>yay.</title>
    <published>2005-08-17T00:17:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-17T00:17:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h1&gt;I GOT PROMOTED!!!!!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt; &amp;lt;3 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:119376</id>
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    <title>blah</title>
    <published>2005-08-14T03:01:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-14T03:02:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Wow. I'm tired. I just worked 11 and half hours, which may not sound like much to you desk people but for me, that's 11 hours straight on my feet the whole time, and when you throw in a bad ankle, the situation equals pain. And guess when my next day off is? Next Friday. /sob Ah well...at least it will be a pretty check. Oh, and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE GOT 10 CREDITS TODAY AND MADE PLAN. WOOOOOO&lt;/b&gt; One day down, 5 to go. I can do it. I know I can. Because damn it, I want to go to the new store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he never reads this because he doesn't know it exists but Happy Birthday Travis! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm bed. G'night boys and girls.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:119090</id>
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    <title>8 months and counting....</title>
    <published>2005-08-13T06:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-13T06:18:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Michael and I's 8 month anniversary. Right after he picked me up from work he parked the car in the mall parking lot and told me to close my eyes. He put a notebook in my hand, and this was on the cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/8%20months/red010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with those plastic insert sheets, and in the very first one was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/8%20months/red012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't ask about the picture. It's a long story. lol I was drunk and mad at the gingerbread man. Notice how short he made me. Thanks honey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the rest were empty so I can fill them up, which I will of course do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a "Happy Anniversary" card inside, and inside the card was two tickets to go see March of the Penguins. :D (which by the way is an excellent movie, very sad at parts, but good. I cried like 5 million times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Shawn, I'm running the store this next week all by myself. Morgan is on vacation and Summer is still new to the company, so it's basically me. And Judy told Morgan that if I do well this week it might increase my chances of getting to go to Firewheel. Soooo....you know you want to come by and apply for an LB card right? /bats eyes Oh Oh...and YOU still need to go see March of the Penguins with me. When are you available Mr. 9-5 man? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Bed time for me. I have to be at work at 8am tomorrow. bleh. Goodnight children.</content>
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    <title>Have you hugged an Iksar today?</title>
    <published>2005-08-12T09:11:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-12T09:14:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">All I have to say is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/EQ/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/EQ/Artemia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Everquest. My computer works again and Artemia is still alive. And tonight Michael helped me get &lt;a href="http://everquest.allakhazam.com/db/item.html?item=4816"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Not only that but he sold his entire stash of crystals just so we would have 25k to spend on new armor for me. Weeeeeeeee!!!! I'm all shiny now. I'm a happy LuLu. Yes indeed.</content>
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    <title>In your house I long to be....</title>
    <published>2005-08-11T07:20:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-11T07:21:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really have nothing to update on. As in no drama worth sharing or anything exciting. I might get promoted...hopefully. And Michael and I are getting a kitten soon so yeah, in general, life is good. :) So, instead of words, I give you various, and lots of pictures to share my last few weeks with you. And like I said....dial up beware, lots of pictures behind the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I give you some pictures from today. Michael, Rosie, Tillie and I all went to the tree park. We had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/trees2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/Michaela.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/LuTillie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/hanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/family2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/smile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my two favorite pictures from today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/climbing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/sitting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two pictures from Rosies cheer camp. /nervous twitch I will NEVER get used to her being a cheerleader...never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/cheer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from when Michael got sunburned at Hurricane Harbor. Ouchie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/burn10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/burn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/burn5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of Michael and his ear weights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/weights.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/stare2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/boy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least....awwwww. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Various/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The end. Sorry there was so many. Forgive me? I knew you would. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:118456</id>
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    <title>awww....</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T00:21:05Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-15T00:21:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">His first 'real' entry....I'm so proud. ::sniff, sniff::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mch4ins4wm/1797.html"&gt;Warm fuzzies and penguins.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael has an interview on Monday morning @ 9am for the ASM position at Gamestop. How excited am I? SOOOOO excited. It will be a pay increase and just think of the discount! OMG /faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking Rosie and Tillie to Hurricane Harbor on Sunday. I don't know what to think about that. I haven't been in a bathing suit since I was 10 years old. bleh But oh well. They have a pirate ship with water cannons so come on, what's not to like about that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter midnight madness tomorrow night at Walden Books at Collin Creek Mall. Michael and I are soooo there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to change the subject or anything but &lt;b&gt;MY CAR SUCKS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm nap time I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:118184</id>
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    <title>I am the frito bandito...</title>
    <published>2005-07-05T09:31:04Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-05T09:31:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So....I think someone said something about wanting to see my most current art? If so, here ya go. If not, look anyway cause I'm proud. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the glare. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one is called 'Rejuvenation.' I finished this one about 3 months ago and it is going in the fair.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Art/rejuvination.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;This one is called 'Key.' I did it about 4 months ago. But this one isn't going. It's too personal and I would die if something happened to it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Art/key.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And last but not least, I call this one 'Ireland.' This is the one I'm most proud of and the most recent, so I'm hopeing this will win something.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/Art/Ireland.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, and happy 4th everyone! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/4th/sparklers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOK! I can stick a sparkler through my ear! Teehee. If they would hurry up and heal (so I could stretch up) I could stick a straw through. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/4th/sparklers3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bed time. Back to work tomorrow after three days off. yuck. blah. boo. goodnight.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:117771</id>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-07-04T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T20:22:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T20:22:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Happy 4th everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture. It's not fireworks but it's still fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I give you 'Kitty and Darth Vader with a santa hat on'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball game tonight. I miss Michael. We should just both quit our jobs and move to Seattle or Ireland already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tootles</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:117663</id>
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    <title>Who lives in a pineapple at the bottom of the sea?</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T20:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T20:38:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So it's 3:30, I just woke up and Lane Bryant couldn't be farther away from my mind. For 3 WHOLE DAYS I don't have to constantly worry and coach. With my position, even if I'm not at work it's like I'm at work because I have to makes calls up there to see how we're doing. "Are we making plan? How many credits do we have? What's our goal? What are you going to do to make sure we achieve that goal? What's our ADS and our UPT? What, that's horrible! You're not selling. Tell the girls they need to sell and get credits. Try harder. 150%...blah blah blah." But for 3 days I don't care. Ahhhhh....so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm going to take a shower and clean a little. Firework stand adventures tonight I think. Hopefully getting to see Mel somewhere in there. I haven't seen that girl in WAY too long. Alright, I'm going. Peace.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:117458</id>
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    <title>LOLZ</title>
    <published>2005-07-03T07:49:24Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-03T07:50:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Let it be known that in this apartment, when you sleep, you sleep with &lt;a href="http://www.boohbah.com/zone.html"&gt;boohbahs&lt;/a&gt;. All together now... "AWWWWWWW."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/bobah.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 days off in a row that started today. And after working 30 million days in a row guess what I did on my first day off? I slept until 4, got out of bed, made myself a bagel, got me a glass of Odwalla (YUM) and watched the lifetime movie network until Michael got home. Then I made him some dinner and we watched tv together. It's nice to be lazy sometimes. lol Tomorrow I need to clean the van out, clean the apartment and do some laundry. Then I'm going to make a second attempt at my food creation, pizza enchiladas. I made them the other night and they were alright, I just need to make a few adjustments. Then on the 4th Michael, my mom and dad and I are going to the rangers game. Yay! I haven't been to a baseball game in so long and fireworks. weeeee! I'm giddy. Ok, time to go giggle at Michael sleeping with boohbahs some more and see if anything interesting is on. OOOOHHHH maybe Cave Divers is on. I love that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buh bye :D</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>great googley moogly....</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T05:55:53Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T06:40:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">On a side note, you know you want to add him ~~~~~&amp;gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mch4ins4wm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs eeellllljay friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;[just click the picture]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh oh...and watch this video. Shawn, if you haven't seen this, you should get a kick out of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.warcraftmovies.com/download.php?mirror=http%3A%2F%2Fhem.bredband.net%2Fb222680%2Fleeroy.wmv&amp;amp;id=1666"&gt;Leeroy Jenkins&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:116943</id>
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    <title>goofy goofy goofy goober yeah</title>
    <published>2005-06-30T00:33:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-30T00:33:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm entering the State Fair of Texas art show. I've made two new pieces that I'm going to enter. I've been working my ass off, but that's alright, more money for bills. Rosie and Tillie are still my angles. Beautiful as ever of course. May 21st was a year since my grandma died. I think I handled it pretty well. God, has it really been a year? I guess so. Hmmm what else. Oh, I'm going back to school in the fall. Yay for me. I guess the best event I have to update about is Michael and I just had our 6 month aniversary. He's my Michaela and I love him dearly. I guess that's about it. Pretty boring eh? But hey, give me a break, I'm still trying to remember how this whole eljay thing works. So until next time, some pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Michael at the zoo being the nerd I love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/zoo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; My Tillieboo laying on an ele-phant. awwww....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/tillie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Our furry friend Miguel the Penguin, falling off a machine gun I might add. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/miguel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hottie...need I say more? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/hottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Shhhh...he really thinks he's a kangaroo. Tillie's reation? 'wtf?'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/kanga.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Our kitty...who likes to squint and happens to be in heat right now. /kill &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And last but but certainly not least, Michaela and I. The one you love and pappa johns pizza, what more could a girl possibly want? &amp;lt;3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/L-J/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Time to clean and go start dinner [lasagna] ...yes, I cook. Can you believe it? Adios muchachos.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:116682</id>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-06-14T00:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-14T05:33:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-14T05:33:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/Buriedsundew/LuLu%20Pics/plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:buriedsundew:116464</id>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-03-27T19:48:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-28T01:51:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-28T01:51:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I guess sometimes you just have to take comfort in the small things that make you happy, like finding an old pair of jeans that you absolutley love that you forgot you had.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>buriedsundew @ 2005-03-22T00:50:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-22T06:51:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-22T06:51:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lynsy33 (12:22:07 AM): maybe im having such bad luck relationship wise because i always ignore all those chain letters&lt;br /&gt;Lynsy33 (12:22:18 AM): the ones that are like "if you dont do this you will have bad luck in love forever"&lt;br /&gt;Evry1LuvsALuLu (12:22:20 AM): THATS MY PROBLEM TOO THEN&lt;br /&gt;Evry1LuvsALuLu (12:22:23 AM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone send me a chain letter now PLZ. THX.</content>
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